The night was thick with humidity, the air heavy with the scent of rain yet to fall. Dakshi climbed the stairs to the terrace, her heart still aching from the weight of the secrets she had uncovered. Her mother's affair had been a betrayal she never imagined, but nothing could prepare her for what she was about to witness.
As she reached the top, hushed whispers and suppressed giggles made her freeze. Her pulse quickened. Stepping closer, she peered through the dim moonlight, her breath catching at the sight before her.
Her father, Rajesh, stood pressed against the parapet, his body entwined with Sunita, the young maid. His fingers traced slow, possessive circles along her bare waist, slipping beneath her saree's delicate fabric. Sunita shuddered under his touch, arching into him as a sigh escaped her lips. His mouth grazed her neck, moving down in heated kisses, each movement filled with a hunger that made Dakshi's stomach churn.
Sunita's fingers clutched at Rajesh's kurta, pulling him closer as his hands roamed lower, his breath hot against her skin. A soft moan escaped her as his lips claimed hers in a deep, lingering kiss. Her body molded against his, their desire a feverish fire consuming them. The way his hands moved, the urgency in his touch—it was raw, primal, forbidden.
Sunita's hands traveled up Rajesh's chest, her fingers slowly unfastening the buttons of his kurta. He groaned as her lips trailed down his neck, planting wet kisses along his collarbone. His hands dipped lower, sliding over her hips, gripping them possessively as he pressed her against the cool terrace wall. A shiver ran through her, not from the cold, but from the heat burning between them.
Rajesh leaned in, his lips hovering just above hers as he whispered, "You drive me crazy, Sunita."
She smirked, her eyes dark with desire. "Then lose yourself in me."
A gasp escaped her lips as Rajesh lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist. His mouth found hers again, this time more desperate, more consuming. The world around them blurred, nothing existing beyond the heat of their entwined bodies, the desperate need to taste, to touch, to claim.
Dakshi stood frozen, her entire being trembling. The scene before her felt unreal, a nightmare she wished to wake from. A strangled gasp escaped her lips before she could stop it.
Rajesh's hand froze mid-caress. Sunita stiffened, her eyes flying open in horror. Rajesh turned, locking eyes with his daughter, his expression flickering between shock, rage, and something darker—fear.
"Dakshi…" he breathed, stepping forward.
Dakshi stumbled backward, her foot knocking over a clay pot. The loud crash echoed through the terrace, shattering the thick silence. Without another word, she turned and bolted down the stairs, heart hammering. She had seen too much.